Today was a very special day. Today was Papa Stalin's birthday. Anastasia and Ariya where dressed in dark green shirts and pants. Anastasia was wearing her Fathers Ushanka, while Ariya was wearing a dark red bow. Ariya was fiddling with her necklace, rubbing the gold hammer between her fingers. In front of her Anastasia and thier unions most high ranking soldiers, showing her sister how to load and fire a shotgun. She looked up at her Mama, who was watching Anastasia with a proud look on her face. BANG! Anastasia let out a squeal as the gun shot out a bullet flying towards a target, splintering the wood. She looked up at the soldier next to her, eyes wide with wonder. "Did I do it right?" Ariya looked at her in horror at the tone of excitement in her sisters voice. "You did, Your highness. If you come with us, we can show you how to use more guns, and maybe you could ride in a tank." Anastasia clapped her hands and slung the gun over her shoulder, quickly following the soldiers.